Sounds of Drifting


Sounds of my dysfunction…pales in the silence of snow drifting.

A prayer for forgiveness grows silent among the echo found in seclusion.

Among the shuffling timbers, I hear more than what is apparent.

Stumbling around my humanness…I grasp the acoustics of letting go.

Should there always be a insult from me to here?

Insulating quiet seems so rare.

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